Get in” you say as you turn your and food’s ass to the Minotaur.
“Don’t you mean get on?” He says as his view is abstracted by the leather donut of a tail hole.
No I mean get in Food’s tailhole. If you are worried about being covered in feakle matter, Food does not produce any. He only poops hot, processed leather logs which blacksmiths buy for 5,000 gold” you finished as the tail hole open to release a small fart
“People PAY for his letaral shit and won’t he digest me”
Oh no he won’t he only eats raw hides off of dead feral cows and scrap leather, all you would be doing is slouching around in his belly” you say trying to calm his nerves a little
Ok I will let you anal vore me” he says as he starts to strip. You don’t have a chance to say to his he can keep his clothes on as he gently plunged his arms and head into the giant leather donut
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